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My blog--I pull a card--if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it is for you?
I pull a card...if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it was meant for you? *Heart*

How to Read the Tarot

Begin by brewing a cup of tea,
a nervine, lemon balm or chamomile,
this is after all, your future.
A reading at the dark of the moon is best,
before the night creatures crawl
and bad humours fill the air.
Pick a circular deck, with a fairy-tale motif,
and no reversals.
Hold a question in your heart,
shuffle the cards and place them on the table.
Choose only two.
Like the ancient Israelites,
these are your seer stones, Urim and Thumimm,
black and white, yes or no.
Isn't that all you were asking?

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April 20, 2018 at 6:17pm
April 20, 2018 at 6:17pm

My slouching toward Buddhahood
has not been going well.
I keep dropping f-bombs
and telling people to go to hell.

I downloaded a meditation
to help me with all of this.
My mantra now is screw it all
who on earth needs this sh--?

Dark Goddess Tarot--Six of Fire--Epona--sometimes it takes a herd

April 19, 2018 at 1:02pm
April 19, 2018 at 1:02pm

I have an altar
in non-ordinary reality.
All my mundane household gods
nestle here in their nichos.
I bring them offerings
of birdsfoot violets, dried immortelle,
six-foot sunflowers.
Kwan Yin, Hecate,
the Black Madonnas of the world.
We speak only in Urdu.
No map.
No path.
No timeline.
No prayers.
Only gratitude.

Dark Goddess Tarot--V--The Heirophant--Cybele--Look for ways to elevate the mundane in your daily tasks.
April 18, 2018 at 10:15am
April 18, 2018 at 10:15am
Smoke, No Fire

The magnolias bloomed last night.
It is a green amphetamine.
A sticky drizzle of scent,
Sweat, tears, semen.
Tidewater penetralia.
It's musky, muted sweetness
melts into hot skin.
Leaves unfold, white petals unfurl,
then the low hissing of honeybees,
a mist of sacred incense.

dark Goddess Tarot---Six of Water---Tefnut--Renewal starts with simple pleasures

April 17, 2018 at 8:44am
April 17, 2018 at 8:44am

The goddess Fortuna
cares not for arete or cnota.
Her angst is not soothed
with consolations of philosophy.
She spins her wheel.
Today, the low are high,
tomorrow the tale changes.
So we ride life's vinyl groove
to our final fate.
The needle sticks,
one song
one song
one song.

arete--Greek for excellence cnota--Polish for virtue

Dark Goddess Tarot--X--Fortuna--take the ride for all it's worth
April 16, 2018 at 9:44am
April 16, 2018 at 9:44am
Hurricane Honey Spell

On a cloudy day
find a black mangrove tree.
They live at the border
of mud and blue sea.

Scrape its excreted salt
from the leaves
and with gravity
stir into some honey.

Thank Grandfather Tree.

Remember the storm's
deafening crescendo,
shattered windows, rattled doors,
roofs laid bare.
Recall morning bird song.

Thank Grandmother Sky.

Stir in some saffron threads
to electrify the mix.

Take daily.
Pray for Puerto Rico.

Dark Goddess Tarot--Seven of Fire--Durga--different fights require different weapons
April 15, 2018 at 8:17am
April 15, 2018 at 8:17am

Coatlicue is a crooked grandmother
with low hanging flabby breasts
and a skirt of serpents.
She will not stitch closed
the hole in the sky.
She will not return
the lost bees, flowers and whales.
She may be wise
but will not save us.
Her cycles of time are etched in blood.
The world has not yet exploded.
Get on with it and save yourself.
Buy seeds, offer tobacco.
Make something beautiful happen
every day.

XXI--Dark Goddess Tarot--Coatlicue
the World---you are more capable than you imagine
April 14, 2018 at 6:56pm
April 14, 2018 at 6:56pm

My mother's brother ran the numbers.
His never hit.
We had a three story house with a stoop.
He lived on the second floor
in a room littered with
white paper strips.
The woman who rented the third floor
had a ouija board.
The planchette would glide across the surface.
How many children would I have?
Five? Six?
In winter my mother strung seven lines
in the cellar to hang the baby's diapers.
She always smelled of Clorox and Tide.
She didn't play the numbers.
But in summer, after the streetlights blinked on
we all played Crazy Eights.
She passed forty years ago.
She liked the Ace of Hearts.

Dark Goddess Tarot--Ace of Air--Nemesis--be honest with your word.
April 13, 2018 at 10:17am
April 13, 2018 at 10:17am
13 Ghosts

I was nine
when 13 Ghosts
came to the movies.
I wore a pink plastic headband
to hold back my curls.
My confirmation dress was satin
with blue and yellow flowers.
You had to wear special glasses
with red and blue lenses
to see the ghosts.
The movie didn't scare me.
I was afraid of the man
in the aisle.
He said he'd give me money
and candy
if I sat on his lap.
I stopped going
to the movies alone.
I still see ghosts.

Dark Goddess Tarot--Witch of Fire--CERRIDWEN--Craft anew with the bones of the old
April 12, 2018 at 8:08pm
April 12, 2018 at 8:08pm

not a calling
just a means to an end
forty odd work years gone missing.
My life

a cinquain

Tarot of the Crone---2 of Swords---What have I been thinking? What could be my second thought?
April 11, 2018 at 9:04am
April 11, 2018 at 9:04am
Woden's Day

Allfather who art in heaven,
hallowed be this hump day.
The wreckage of the week
half passed
awaits the weekend's siren call.
They say you are a god
of poetry and magick.
Please send me some fragments of both.
I am sorry your good eye remains swollen.
Do you still cry salty tears?

Dark Goddess Tarot-I--ISIS--Magician---see what needs to be seen, do what needs to be done

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